He pulled up outside
the single storey building. It was reminiscent of the pre-fabricated
offices that appeared as fast as ragwort on industrial estates,
concrete shuttering with a façade of brick to lend an air or
respectability. It sat in a sea of car park spaces like a dead seal
on a beach, the only occupation being an Aston Martin and a green SUV
van. The problem was the entrance. Three concrete posts protected the
tarmac beach from intrusion of such common vehicles as theirs.
Peters nodded to the
Aston Martin. “No need for a vehicle check to see whose that is.”
White followed his
gaze. The vanity plate HUNT 2 announced the owners presence in the
facility. He put the car into first gear as drove up to the barrier
posts stopping as close as he dared.
“I don't think you'll
have any joy there, sir. They're automatic, I think. There's probably
a transponder in the authorised vehicles.”
“I had actually
worked that out for myself, sergeant. My hypothesis was that my
proximity to to them would cause an alarm to go off somewhere and a
guard to come out. Assuming they actually employ human guards and not
just more of those robots we saw earlier.”
“They must do,
surely. They're one of the biggest employers in Laverstone. Most of
it's warehouse work, true, but they must have security staff. Someone
to watch the cameras at least.”
“Talking of which...”
White nudged him and pointed to a camera mounted on the corner of the
building. It had changed position. Whoever was controlling it had
turned it to study them instead of the parked cars. He wound down his
window and held out his warrant card. “Let's see if that gets a
response.”
They waited another
minute before the bollards slid down below the level of the road.
White drove in and parked next the Jim Hunt's car. “Right then.
Let's have a chat about theft from colleges, unauthorised use of
public resources and the endangerment of people's lives.”
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